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I checked my reflection in the darkened window of a parked car. My lipstick was a precise, bruised plum. To the casual observer, I was just a woman out for a crisp, midnight walk. But, to the ones I was hunting, I was a gravitational pull they had no intention of resisting.
Most men looked at me with a mix of hunger and entitlement. Those I ignored. I was looking for cues like the tremor in a hand, the way a shoulder dropped when I made prolonged eye contact, and the subtle, pathetic eagerness hidden behind a mask of indifference.
just a woman out for a crisp, midnight walk.
I found what I was looking for when I stepped into the local watering hole. Near the back booth, nursing a drink he’d long since stopped tasting, was a man who was dressed well, but his posture betrayed him.
He held his glass like he was apologizing to it. When I approached, he didn’t look up immediately, but the sudden rigidity of his neck told me he felt my presence long before I spoke. “You look like you’re carrying the weight of the world,” I whispered, sliding into the booth across from him.
He finally looked at me. His eyes were wide, darting, and unmistakably hungry. “I…I suppose I am,” he stammered. I pulled a small, silver-backed card from my clutch and placed it on the scarred wood of the table, pinning it down with a manicured fingernail.
“The world is far too heavy for someone like you,” I said. “Let me take it off your hands. Follow me. Don’t speak, don’t hesitate, and don’t keep me waiting.” I stood up and walked toward the exit without glancing back. I didn’t need to check if he was following. The scrape of his chair against the floor, the frantic, rhythmic tapping of his heels behind me, and the uneven hitch in his breathing made it clear he was into whatever it was I was selling.
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